Chapter 209: You're Too Bold
As soon as he entered, Zhang Yang felt like crying. No wonder it only cost twenty-five yuan to watch the whole show—this was pure robbery.
It was a tiny screening room. Calling it a cinema was really a stretch. To be precise, it looked more like a projection room. The screen was at most the size of half a blackboard, and even a fifty-four-inch LCD TV would look better than this.
Judging from the picture quality, Zhang Yang didn't even need to turn around to see the equipment. If the big cinemas now were iPhone 5s, then this one was clearly an old Nokia brick... no, calling it a beeper would be more accurate.
The picture quality—could it get any clearer? Damn it, aside from telling whether the person on screen was male or female, you couldn't tell shit. Was that a kitchen knife or a stick in the guy's hand?!
And that woman in a suit... wait, that wasn't even a woman, that was clearly a buffalo.
Zhang Yang had black lines all over his face. He turned to look at Gao Qi, who was dressed so innocently... but judging from her boobs, damn it, that charm of hers couldn't be hidden at all, could it, Sister Gao Qi!
What the hell are you doing here?
"Th-this... we might as well go back home and watch in the fifth-floor AV room, and besides..." Zhang Yang looked at the movie playing right now, unable to tell what it even was. The board outside clearly said it was 'Lustful Desire,' 'The Carnal Chamber,' or 'Jin Ping Mei,' for god's sake.
"Besides..." Zhang Yang glanced around the place. It was so dark he couldn't see much, but once they entered, thick clouds of smoke started rolling, like the black mist that appears when demons show up in movies.
Gao Qi immediately squinted, nearly tearing up from the smoke.
"And look at this picture quality. We might as well go home and watch island romance action films—I guarantee you, full HD, uncensored!" Zhang Yang swore solemnly.
"No way, that's twenty-five yuan! My heart would ache." Gao Qi tugged his arm and lifted the curtain, walking in.
"Whoosh!"
Though dark, when Gao Qi lifted the curtain, her pretty face and that pair of nation-toppling boobs appeared before those beasts sitting on worn-out seats, staring at the unrecognizable figures on screen, their filthy hands deep in their pants.
The room instantly erupted into rhythmic panting sounds, like marathon runners gulping water after a race.
Zhang Yang frowned. Damn, this place was full of beasts!
Of course, there were exceptions—some couples in the corners. It wasn't hard to imagine what they were doing while a softcore film played on screen.
Originally, everyone was minding their own business—the couples moaning, the beasts staring hungrily at the blurry screen while doing their thing in their pants.
But Gao Qi's arrival instantly shattered that balance.
Damn, a beauty you'd never see in your lifetime had appeared before this group of jerking losers—this was straight-up temptation to commit a crime.
"Whistle! Whistle!" Catcalls and pervy moans echoed nonstop, as if they'd already done that pure-looking yet obviously seductive beauty a thousand times in their minds. The wankers sped up, and even the couples stopped, the guys looking from their girlfriends to Gao Qi, regretting ever touching their own partners.
"What, staring at me? I'll have you know, I'm not even wearing panties! Come get me if you've got the balls!" Gao Qi wasn't backing down. Instead, she was taunting them like a wolf catching a herd of sheep, flaunting her arrogance as if afraid Zhang Yang's hands might rust from disuse.
"Sister Qi, we came to watch a mo...vie, not to start a fight." Zhang Yang glanced at the so-called movie on screen—yeah, if you could call that a movie.
Gao Qi smiled sweetly, poked his waist, and whispered, "This is called aura, got it?"
"The legendary turtle aura?"
"Yeah, something like that. Once I shout, they'll back down... Yangzi, fuck, someone's actually coming over..."
Before she could finish, two punks with cigarettes dangling from their lips swaggered over. Maybe Zhang Yang's height intimidated them a bit, but after seeing his clean, pretty-boy look, they rudely pointed at Gao Qi and glared at him. "This chick yours?"
Zhang Yang looked at them—skinny kids, barely any facial hair, probably middle or early high schoolers, clearly local students.
"So what? You got a problem?"
The two punks exchanged looks, then burst out laughing. "Good, that makes it easy. She's ours tonight, got a problem with that?"
Zhang Yang felt both annoyed and amused. His face stayed calm. Without saying a word, he suddenly reached out, grabbed one by the collar, and yanked him forward.
The cigarette fell from the guy's mouth as his legs kicked frantically.
"How old are you?" Zhang Yang asked lazily.
The kid's eyes widened in terror—he hadn't even seen Zhang Yang move. His buddy beside him froze, staring helplessly, unsure whether to stay or run.
"Damn it, I asked how old you are. Deaf?" Zhang Yang's fingers tightened slightly.
"Se... seventeen."
"Seventeen, and you're here watching porn?" Zhang Yang sighed. "Which school?"
"Dropped out." The kid's eyes flickered—clearly lying.
"Dropped out?" Zhang Yang frowned, slammed him against the wall, and rummaged through his pocket, soon pulling out a student ID.
"Xingji... No. 4 Middle School." Reading under the dim light through the curtain, Zhang Yang's brows furrowed as he recited each word. Then, his gaze turned cold as he flung the kid around and tossed the ID in his face. "You've got one minute. Get the hell out."
It wasn't that Zhang Yang was acting saintly, but seeing a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old already so degenerate pissed him off.
"Fuck you, think you're Mother Mary or something?" The kid, once released, instantly shouted.
Then Zhang Yang saw four or five other kids about the same age stand up and rush at him.
"Shit!" Zhang Yang shot Gao Qi a helpless look. Damn it, you caused this, how about helping?
Gao Qi seemed to read his thoughts, giggling as she leaned in to whisper, "I really didn't wear anything down there. If I start fighting and kick... wouldn't that be giving them a free show?"
"Uh..." Zhang Yang's gaze drifted to her curvy hips. He couldn't see clearly, but yeah, it didn't look like there were any panty lines. Damn you, Gao Qi... Anyway, he didn't need her help. Against these brats, he barely needed effort. One step forward, a slap sent one spinning, a side hook dropped another, then he grabbed one by the belt and tossed him into another.
"Thud!" "Thud!"
"Ow! Ow!"
The sound of crashing tables, pain, and curses echoed through the room.
In less than a minute, all five punks were on the ground. Zhang Yang sighed—no system points gained, but none deducted either, meaning these brats weren't truly bad, just dumb.
He felt no guilt. After all, they started it.
"Go, go... uh, you guys suck." Gao Qi cheered him on, stomping her feet in excitement, but when the scuffle ended so quickly, a look of disappointment crossed her face.
She glanced at the punks and said cheerfully, "Well? Get lost already."
The kids weren't hurt badly. They scrambled up, exchanged looks, and bolted without a word.
"Haha! Perfect, now we've got the best spot." Once they left, Gao Qi laughed and dragged Zhang Yang toward the hidden corner the punks had been occupying.
Inside, countless dazed eyes stared at the pair for a long time... no one dared say a word.
Zhang Yang frowned, still not understanding why Gao Qi came to a place like this to watch such trash, but since he'd agreed, he went along.
But within two minutes, Zhang Yang was speechless... Damn it, this was supposed to be 'Lustful Desire,' 'The Carnal Chamber,' and 'Jin Ping Mei'? The picture quality sucked, sure, but this movie's content was total false advertising.
"Hey, damn it! Scammed! Where's the promised porn? This is obviously an art film!"
Before Zhang Yang could say anything, Gao Qi stood up and yelled loudly.
Hearing that, Zhang Yang quickly lowered his head, pretending he didn't know her.
Before her voice even faded, the fat ticket lady burst in with a pipe in hand.
"Who the hell's screaming in here?!"
"Haha, run, Yangzi!" Gao Qi stuck out her tongue, grabbed Zhang Yang, and dashed toward the door, squeezing past the fat lady and bolting out.
"Hey! Twenty-five yuan!" Clearly, Gao Qi came just to stir trouble.
"Don't run, you bastards!" The fat lady chased after them, scaring Zhang Yang into holding Gao Qi's hand tighter as they ran without stopping.
They turned out of the alley, ran along the wall for a while, and finally realized the fat lady was gone.
"Hahaha!" Instead of panic or anger, Gao Qi laughed so hard she was out of breath, squatting down. "Yangzi, that was hilarious."
Zhang Yang gave her a weird look—was this girl nuts? But when he glanced down, he saw her squatting with her legs slightly apart under the streetlight and... holy shit, she really wasn't wearing anything. Damn, girl, you're too bold.
Good thing no one else saw.
Zhang Yang looked around—no one was nearby. He thought, you'd better explain yourself properly this time, or my family's stick will handle this later.